Date: Sun, 22 Jul 2012 11:30:40 -0400 (EDT)
From: Brian Legend <princejosh333@aol.com>
Subject: Enchanted Life/Chapter 7/Mission

			      Enchanted Life
			    Chapter 7. Mission

       My mom crossed my mind before bed last night. I was worried I
wouldn't live through the mission Shwartz had given us. After the night out
at the Italian restaurant with Chance, Aaronn, and James. I was starting to
get home sick. Not totally home sick because I still didn't want to have
anything to do with my dad. This had more to do with missing my mom.

       It amazes me, what people do when they are terrified. I was in that
terrified position now.  And I wanted my mom. I wanted to say something to
her or hear her, in case this was my last day on earth. I didn't know what
I had got myself into, I didn't know what was waiting for me out there, and
that was a terrifying reality.

       Today, I decided I would call my mom. It was great to hear the phone
ring. I tried a couple of times, then I tried a few more times, but no one
would answer.

       "Hello?" answered a young teenage voice.

       "Yeah, is my mom there?" I had never heard this person's voice in my
life.

       "Uh, no your mom isn't `here'." the boy replied, he sound like he
was being funny, but at the same time he was trying to inform me.

       "Could you tell her I called." I was desperate to leave a message
with anyone. So I could hear from her.

       "I will tell her you called," the guy said, with a light winded
laugh. "If I knew who she was." There was someone behind the person asking
them: `Who was on the phone?'

       I thought I heard someone say, `It may be someone prank calling
you.'

       "Oh sorry," I quickly apologized, realizing I must have made a
mistake. "I think I dialed the wrong number."

       "Yeah I think you did," He replied back to me easing his words to
more kindness. "but it's okay, it happens."

       "Yeah I've been trying to dial my mom's number back to back, and I
guess I misdialed a number by an accident." I tried to laugh away the
embarrassment. I know I had to sound silly, calling this guy's phone asking
for my mom.

       "It's okay," he mentioned again with a smile. "Misdials happen. I
hope you get in touch with her." He wished me. In his background I could
hear a guy eagerly asking who was I.

       I don't know why, but something about this guy's voice or something
was very familiar. I was picking up some type of `I know you from
somewhere' vibe.

       When there was a break of silence between us, I asked him "What's
your name?"

       He gave a laugh that sound something like a confident, and arrogant
smirk, "Braylon...what's yours?" he shot back at me.

       "Oh, Julius." I said, still feeling a sensation of familiarity with
his whole over the phone presence. "Have we met before?"

       "I don't know..." he thought for a minute, before asking some other
guys did they know me. "No I don't think we have."

       "I don't know why I feel like I know you, or like I know you from
somewhere." I told him. It was weird that I was opening up to this
stranger. I guess that's how bad I wanted to talk to someone.

       "Maybe you do, because I was having the same feeling." Braylon tells
me truthfully.  "Maybe we know each other from a different life, I don't
know." It sounds like he was being serious about what he said, but it came
out in a joking type of way.

       Perhaps he was right.

       "Yeah maybe we are connected in some way." I went along with
him. "But I have to go. I hate that I took up your time. It was my
mistake."

       "It's fine. It was good to hear a different but familiar voice."
Braylon said, "I normally don't say this to strangers, but since I feel
like I have known you for a while, or feel like I am kin to you
someway. Feel free to call me if you get bored or just want to chat."

       Wow that was weird.

       "Okay I will do that." I said awkwardly thinking how a misdial,
happen to connect me with a person I didn't know, I knew. "It was good to
hear from you, Braylon."

       "Likewise Julius,"

       "Bye for now." I told him not knowing how to hang up the phone or
knowing if this was the time to hang up. I kept feeling like there was
something else that need to be said between us before the phone lines were
hung up.

       That's when he said, "You know I was thinking, maybe your accidental
misdial wasn't an accident."

       "You are right!" I thought adding to his theory. "Somehow we
probably were destine to have this talk. It was probably all apart of some
big plan."

       "You never know," he said leading me to believe further that the
misdial was fate. "Well bye. Maybe fate will let you misdial and call
again." he laughed with his snobbish giggle.

       "You never know," I quoted his words back to him, and we both
laughed. Before saying our last good-bye's and hung up.

       Such a weird way to meet someone new. I don't know why I felt like I
knew that Braylon guy. Maybe if I used my powers I could find our
connection...

       That situation was small so it would have to wait for another
day. As of now, I have to try to call my house number. This time, I have to
dial carefully.

       Mom was probably knocked out sleeping. I know they probably have no
responsibilities to worry about when it comes to a child. So I know they
have more time to sleep.

       I kept trying anyway. I know as bad as I wanted to talk to my
mother. I knew she wanted to hear from me. I know she wanted to see how my
powers were growing, and get an update on my friends, and how my life was
different.

       She was the reason I was at Celestial Academy. I thank her for
having me, because I wouldn't be able to do sorcery if I was born by any
other woman.

       I dialed my mom's house phone. She was the only one I could talk to
about my current situation. She would give me great motherly advice on what
to do, and she would probably teach me something about my powers that I
didn't know.

       Maybe she could tell me where the `Black Mirror' enchantment came
from? Not only that, but I wanted to see how life was on her
end. Unfortunately no one answered.

       All I wanted to do was have a simple talk. She hadn't heard from me
in months. I hope she hasn't worried herself like most mothers do. Thinking
I was dead or something.

       Someone needs to pick up the phone before I have to leave for my
mission. I tried to dial again, and I was surprised to hear someone had
answered the phone finally.

       "Hello?" my dad answered, I didn't want to talk to him, but I will
do what I can to hear from my mom.

       "Dad, can I spea-" before I could ask for mom, dad slammed the phone
down in my face.  At first I was wondering what happened. I wanted to think
my cell lost service. I didn't want to believe he hung up on me.

       Especially at a hard time like this.

       No worries, I will try again. Maybe she will answer, and I won't
have to worry about that psycho.

       "Hello?" my dad answered again.

       "Dad-"

       "If this is Julius," My dad started yelling. He already knew it was
me. Who else would call him dad. He didn't want to acknowledge me. "Your
mom and I don't want to speak to you." He forced out.

       I heard a soft chuckling in the background. It sounded light and
happy.

       "What? Why? I haven't done anything." I pleaded, "Put mom on the
phone so I can talk to her. I want to see what she has to say about you
making up lies on her."

       "No can do." My dad laughed. "Your mom and I always thought you
caused too many problems when you lived here. When will you realize that?"
he was fussing again.

        "We both hope wherever you are, you are giving them trouble,
because when you left, your mom and I have been able to move forward
happily." He continued, my dad hadn't changed, and I wasn't expecting him
to. He was still bitter and hateful towards me.

       I heard the laughter get louder in the back ground. It sounded like
a happy person. It sounded like I was being made fun of on speaker phone by
both of my parents... it sounded like my mom!

       "I hate that I called." I mumbled into the phone. It hurt so bad to
hear my mom laughing at my dad's harshness. How long has she been doing
that? How long have they been trying to get rid of me?

       Today I know, that my mother is just like my father. They both
deserve each other.

       "Your mom played her role good, didn't she?" My dad kept laughing
like my life was a comedy. "She cried and acted like she cared about you
before she sent you off to that crappy voodoo school." I could hear a loud
cry of laughter from her in the background. It was so upsetting that I was
trying to pretend that my heart wasn't ripped out.

       I really shouldn't have called. What was I thinking about my mom
for? She wasn't any better than dad. It's sad that I had to see that so
late. She pretended so many years like she loved me. Like she wanted to see
me make it in life, but on the inside she didn't care one bit.

       "Don't get quiet now boy." Dad went on with his story. Breaking me
down with each word. Everything he said about my mom and him hurt a little
more. "I didn't want you around for sure. That was obvious... but she
didn't want you around because of all that dark sorcery you wanted to
practice."

       I could hear her saying something in the background like "Now he can
be on his own and practice what he wants, how he wants. Thank god he isn't
in here." I don't know if she knew I could hear her, while dad was still
talking.

       "You want to know the best part about this, Julius?" I hated how dad
said my name. It was a nasty piercing emphasis he added to my name, as if
he hated that I came into this world.  As if he hated my name itself. "Do
you want to hear the best part or not?" he was trying to be funny.

       After he didn't hear me answer he kept talking.  "Well I'm going to
tell you anyway, because I don't care if you want to hear it or not." He
said it in a matter of fact voice. "Your mom is smart. She was the mind
behind you leaving the house for good."

       They both were laughing together with bright joy. It was a horrible
feeling pouring inside of my bones. I wanted to throw my cell against the
wall, I wanted to hit something, I wanted to do so many bad things... I
couldn't even think straight!

       "BYE Julius, have fun where you are, and don't call back." Dad
finished with no remorse in his tone. "You should say thank you to your
mom...oh let me put her on the phone for you."

       I hung up. With water filling my eyes.

       I couldn't take it anymore. It hurt like nothing I had ever
imagined. Mason's shadow arm that choked me in the arena didn't even hurt
this bad. My mom betrayed me. She was never supportive of me. She was never
with me through those times. She was never my mother.

       My mom was behind all of this. She threw me out on a string and cut
it. My parents were never by my side.

       I heard my mom's words replaying in my head. The words I departed
with. thinking she meant well by them. I thought her intentions were pure
for me, but I had that mistaken.

       The words she said after I used the paralysis enchantement on my
dad:

       `If I let that happen there will never be peace in this house. You
and your dad will constantly be at war with one another.'

       `Now that the truth has come out, your father will never rest
knowing you might be practicing sorcery. So the best thing for you to do
after I release him...is to...is to, leave.'

       Those two phrases should have been a red warning to what she was
actually planning.  Now that the words are playing back to me, it is
clearer than what it once was.

       She tried to smooth things over by saying, `It's the only way I can
keep the two most important people in my life from killing each other.'

       It was all an act. It was all a game for them.

       I kept hearing her lies in my head playing nonstop:

       `I knew something like this would happen but I didn't think it would
happen so soon.'

       The fakeness in her tears were coming to me in short images. I
couldn't believe I fell for their trick.

       `Before I release him, I want you to be out of the house. There is
no need to worry. I have saved up money over the years and paid for your
enrollment at Celestial Academy.'

       I sat there on my dorm bed. Regretting dialing home, Was the thought
on my mind. It was funny how I called, thinking my mom would help me get
through the stress I was dealing with for the mission. I was wrong about
that. Her betrayal against me only worsen the worry in my mind.

       I wish I could take that call back.

       I will never be the same.

       I kept trying to fight the tears. I told myself those two strangers
who I once called parents, weren't real reasons to cry. I wouldn't waste my
wonderful tears on them. They didn't deserve my tears.

       ...but it was hurting me. The cut they delivered to my emotions
almost left me feeling dead. It was too painful to cope with.

       I was devastated.

       Emptiness opened in my chest. I will never forget, when I needed my
mom the most she cut me loose. My dad never liked me but at least he was up
front about it.

       I didn't bother calling back. I didn't bother calling them mother or
father because they had lost that title forever. I will let them live their
new happy lives together... they won't ever have to hear from me
again. Especially if I get killed today.

       I know it will be better to be dead than to have a horrifying
exposure to the truth about your parents hating you.

       My biggest mistake was calling that woman a mom. My second biggest
mistake was believing she was a mom.

       I looked around my dorm staring at the clothes that I packed up in
suitcases and bags, to come here. The whole Academy idea wasn't some last
minute plan my mom made for me. It is what both my parents wanted from the
beginning. They wanted to be happy, and their happiness didn't include me.

       The cameras, the constant fussing, the fake crying, the stress,
hiding my powers, everything combined was designed in some way for my mom's
plan to get me out of her house.

       I had no one to talk to about my life or death mission
situation. All I know is: I had two parents who didn't care either way what
happen to me out there.

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       On our mission we weren't allowed to take baggage or luggage of any
kind. We weren't staying a week or a day out there. The principal told us
this was an `in and out' type of thing.  The quicker we get in and out, the
mission is over.

       Which would only take hours at the most, not a day or a week. So we
wouldn't need the extra baggage to slow us down.

       Everyone could bring something small and compact along with
them. Small items that were easy to carry, and not able to be
seen. Anything that you thought would bring you good luck, or aid you in
the mission, was allowed.

       I had been so devastated by my mom, that I forgot to bring anything
at all on the mission.

       Aaronn stood waiting in the principal's office, James was there with
his arms crossed impatiently waiting, and Chance was with them. They were
waiting on me to come.

       I had probably wasted enough of their time, so when I got into the
office I went straight into mission mode.

       Shwartz left his office. Shutting his office door tightly behind him
after leaving. He left so we could have enough room to teleport to the
rival school without him accidentally being sucked in.

       Grabbing the map that Shwartz gave us yesterday. I stared closely at
the `X' marked on the map. It was my duty to perform the teleporting
enchantment to get us to the rival's school safely at a record speed. It
was the fastest method to get the sacred scrolls back, in the principal's
eyes.

       The teleportation enchantment was probably the only reason the
principal chose me as one of the main four to do this mission.

       I concentrated all of my frustration out. I closed my eyes breathing
in deeply, taking long exhaling winds to build my power. I could feel it
tingling in my veins as I imagined the `X' in my mind.

       I reached blindly for everyone's hands. They knew from this that it
was time for us to join hands and form a circle.

       I couldn't see due to my eyes being closed but I could sense in my
sorcery's touch, that James was holding my left hand, and Aaronn was
holding my right hand.

       As I started to whisper my chants to teleport, I didn't want to make
myself sound foolish in front of Chance. So I kept my reciting chants at a
soft whisper.

       I never did a teleportation enchantment on my own, but I had seen it
done twice. Plus, Ashlynn and Talan taught me the words during our training
days before the tournament.

       I could feel my blood drawing the sorcery out of my body. Forming
and shaping the power of the words into an enchantment. The force from my
mind was applying these chanting words into the physical world.

       The words grew stronger and intense. They began to tug back at me,
as they left my mouth to carry out the enchantment. I tightened the grip of
my hands on Aaronn, and James feeling the pulse of their palms being
squeezed under my hands.

       I couldn't help it.

       Suddenly, I felt a sucking from the corner of the office. There was
a glow of twinkling orb like stars in the winding whirlpool. I opened my
eyes as the mouth of the spinning blaze of swirling lights, opened wider.

       I did it! something I always wanted to do sine my first time
travelling through one.

       Then with a great and mighty force of winds we were sucked out of
the office and into the air. Wildly trying to hang on to each other's
grips, we were being tossed in the cycle of twirling lights.

       Suddenly we were spit from the teleportation tunnel, and onto the
grounds of the rival school. The four of us were hurled on the dirt ground
in a mangled pile.

       Lifting from the ground, I had to dust myself off. Especially after
having Aaronn's knee in my jaw, and James' shoes shoved into my stomach. It
was a, not so comfortable landing, from the tunnel but we got here in one
piece.

       That's what mattered the most.

       The four of us were standing, Chance was slightly grunting holding
his hip. Aaronn didn't look like he was scathe in any way, by the fall.

       James was knocking the dust from the ground out of his spikey black
hair, "Good one."  He said to me. I think he was giving me a compliment on
my enchantment. You could never be certain with James, but that's what I
think he meant by that.

       After dusting our clothes off, we took in the sight of the rival
school. It looked more like an abandon school. It's structure was so sadly
broken I couldn't see how Shwartz may have suspected this school as the
scroll thieves.

       In my opinion the school didn't look like it was finished being
built. Maybe they needed the scrolls for the rest of the architecture.  On
the other hand, my mind was telling me that the school that Celestial
Rival's against was already built wasn't it?

       This was confusing to me. It didn't make sense.

       The stares that Aaronn and Chance shared told me that we all were
thinking this was off.  The building could use a ton of work. The broken
bricks sticking out of the sagging school looked eerie.

       This building could fall any minute. Were my thoughts exactly.

       Aaronn walked closer examining the building. Turning his nose up at
the structure. "Is this it? This is our rival school? Does this place have
any electricity?" he threw in snidely.

       Chance who was listening to music with his ear buds plugged into his
ears. He was cautious as to where he was stepping. As he reviewed the
scene. When he saw Aaronn talking, he removed his earbuds to listen.

       I know Chance was stressed about the mission. I knew things about
Chance that other people would probably over look. Like his need to listen
to music whenever he was in a hard situation.

       I remember when he woke up that morning after I pervertedly rubbed
his body, and he was preparing for the tournament, by listening to music on
TV.

       James answered Aaronn, "The shadows are telling me... they sense a
power in here."  He was looking at the building when he spoke.

       Chance said, "Are we going to go in, and get the scrolls or wait
outside?"

       "Wait!" James insisted, looking at the crusty base of the building,
where it was rooted to the ground. He seemed to be inspecting for signs. "I
don't know where the power source is coming from." The shadows of the
building were wiggling in wavy pattern as he put his hand on the bricks. "I
can feel a power source in the building, but then I can sense something
greater somewhere else outside of the building."

       From the report James was getting from his shadows. Going inside the
school would give us the opportunity to locate the scrolls, but if we stay
outside we might be safer...I think.

       Aaronn put both hands on the temples of his white hair. He closed
his radiant violet eyes, "I can see..." he announced while holding his
form.

       We inched closer to him, waiting to hear from his lips what he was
seeing in his vision.

       "...I see the scrolls in the building, but I don't see anybody
inside." He finished.

       "Did you scan everything inside the building to be sure nobody was
inside?" Chance asked worriedly.

       Aaronn let his eyes open, and his hands rest at his side, as he
nodded his head.

       "Even if there is nobody in this building," I interrupted, "I don't
think going in, is a good idea. The people who put the scrolls there have
to have a trap, or something close by." I was trying to get everyone to
think before rushing inside and taking the scrolls.

       I don't think anyone would steal something sacred and leave it
unguarded when they know someone would definitely come back pursuing the
stolen item.

       Something was wrong, but what was it? If I can only figure it out.

       "He has a good point." Chance supported my thoughts.

       James sighed, deepening his voice, "How about this: Aaronn and I
will go inside the building since we can sense things better. While you two
stand guard out here."

       It was a good suggestion, so at the same time Chance and I agreed,
"Okay."

       "Good, let's get this over with." James said when he and Aaronn
strided into the abandon building's hanging door.

       Those two could handle anything before it jumped out at them. There
is no reason for me to get worked up. I have seen them in action. whoever
crossed their paths wrongly, will be dead on the spot.

       Once again, Shwartz didn't send any weaklings on this mission. He
chose the best for the assignment. It still puzzled me as to why the
experienced teachers weren't told to come on the mission instead of us.

       Chance surveillanced the building for any new comers. I was doing
the same. Watching both my sides and watching the door where Aaronn and
James entered the school.

       I was being enticed by Chance even more. There it was again. My
feelings trying to tease and tempt me into coming on to him. It was sad
that I was in the middle of something urgent and my emotions wanted to
start rising.

       Maybe I should try to lure him in, to see if he is... Nevermind. He
is still with that girl. So that idea isn't going to get me anywhere with
him.

       Thinking of something else, I thought about how I needed someone to
talk to about my parents. How they hurt me and pretended with me this whole
time.

       I couldn't talk to any ordinary person about this. Oh no.That wasn't
what I wanted. I wanted to talk to someone who knew me. I wanted to tell
this to someone who would show caring and concerned feelings about the
matter.

       Someone who knew me, who became my first friend at Celestial, and
someone who slept in my bed...


       It was Chance! Well...I could talk to anybody about my parents, but
I needed it to be Chance so BAD!

       "Chance," I stood next to him, as my voice broke the silence. "Can I
talk to you about something personal?"

       "What is it?" he stepped closer. His olive sweet skin was trying to
get me to touch him or lick him or something...I don't know what it was
doing. "Are you okay?"

       I had his attention. He put his fingerless gloved hand on my
shoulder as I talked "I feel like I can open up to you about this because
we have become close friends over these months."  I told him, suffering
under his touch. My skin was being teased by his warm glove.

       "Tell me," he stared into my eyes, saying with care.

       I could tell him that I was crushing on him, or that I rubbed him
the wrong way when he was sleeping the other night. I could tell him
anything. Everything was setup for it, but I still didn't have the stomach
to go through with my emotions.

       I had to regulate my breathing before talking. If I made a single
breath that was out of rhythm I was afraid my inner emotions would find a
way to slip out and confess to him what I have bottled in.

       I would be a fool to confess my feelings in the open. Plus I didn't
want my hasty breathing to give him any hints about my crush either, so I
had to get myself in order.

       Taking my mind off of his hotness, and the temptation that continued
to rise. I thought about my parents so I could switch my mood, and knock my
feelings out of the way.

       I told him in a short fast paced story what happened earlier on the
phone with my parents. It was hard remembering every word, and explaining
each painful detail about the laughing, and the game they played on me. It
was difficult for me to keep talking, because my jaws wanted to lock in the
middle of my sentences, but I continued anyway.

       "...I don't have anyone left in my life." I finally said ending the
story. I covered my face in shame. I didn't want him to witness my tears,
if they were to drop.

       That would be weak.

       Weak was something I wasn't, and I didn't want Chance to think that
of me, but how I felt about him was making this a lot harder than it should
be. I wanted him to know me as the strong Julius who's door he knocked on
that day. The strong Julius who could fight back any situation that was
thrown at him.

       That is who I wanted Chance to see.

       But I was too broken to play like I was solid. I was to hurt to play
the strong one.

       "You don't need them, Julius." He said wrapping his toned arms
around my body, in a hug. I felt like he was wrapping his arms around my
empty heart when he held me there. I felt like he was holding me
together. Keeping me from falling into pieces.

         He was closer than he had ever been with me. My senses were going
crazy with him so close. I could breathe in his appealing scent, I could
feel his soft skin...every one of my senses were glad to be near his
fascinating figure.

       His graceful body's embrace was keeping my body from breaking
in. This was what I needed. I needed support, the care, and
someone. Something my parents could have done, but Chance was better fitted
for this. I wouldn't trade it for anything else.

       "It's hard not having anybody that will look after you, or make sure
you are okay." I said in a tiny voice. It was paining me to keep letting
out all of my words, but I had to release.

       "You have me." he tenderly said, looking at me for a
moment. "Somebody who truly cares about your well being. Your parents may
have hurt you but I will be a friend for a life time.  And as your life
time friend, I pray that together we can heal your emotional wounds." A
wave of heat travelled from his body straight into mine.

       "They don't believe in you, but as long as you keep breathing and
living you will have time to make them believers." He let me out of his
hug, and when he let go so did his warmth.  His heat left my body and
reentered his own.

       I was already missing his body entwined with mine. I was feeling
left out without his hot blood keeping me toasty. I had already become
addicted to him.

       "Look at me Julius," Chance said lifting my chin. I was looking into
his eyes swimming around in his pupils, wishing I could tell him what was
weighing on my heart. "I believe in you!  You don't need them as long as
you have a good friend like me." he pointed at hiself.

       His sympathy, his concern with my life, gave me the idea that
someone actually cared.  After hearing his inspiring words I kind of felt
better.

       I wasn't alone after all.

       "Thank you,..." my thanks was a sad whisper trying to revive itself,
but I could feel myself coming back around. I had to thank him rightfully
one day when my voice isn't drenched with sadness. I paused for a
moment. "I probably would have been an emotional wreck if it wasn't for
you."

       "Yeah I understand," He pulled out his earbuds handing them to
me. "Do me a favor and listen to this song for me. It might help you out of
this mess."

       When I pressed play, a tinkling melody that was speaking about a
similar circumstance that I was facing started to play in my ears. It was
an easy mood to the speed of the singing.

       The song was called: `Words by Lady Gaga', and I it matched my
current moment so well. All the bottled up desires, the unbelieving
parents, it was a tune that carried a powerful impact emotionally.

       After hearing the ending dwindle away in a soft high singing, I was
finally alleviated from my dismay. It was almost like I was starting off
new and fresh. It was like nothing ever happened. No tears spilled, no
hurt... I was no longer in that mucky place thanks to Chance.

       "Did you understand the meaning of the song?" he questioned me
putting his ear buds away. I nodded scared if I spoke my voice would crack.

       He was about to say something before our moment alone was suddenly
disturbed by someone.

       "We got the scrolls!" James came running from the broken building's
hanging door.  Behind him Aaronn walked out being casual with every one of
his steps. When they got close to Chance and I. Aaronn showed the tucked
away sacred scrolls in the inside pocket of his suit.

       The scrolls didn't have a special look to them. They did look
ancient with golden boarding around the paper's outside, but other than
that, it didn't have a special glorious sight to it like I thought it
would.

       "That was easier than I thought." Aaronn said with a sophistication
about him. "Now let's leave this dump and teleport out of here. I have
things to do." He advised.

       James held my hand, and Aaronn quickly took his place by grabbing my
right hand. We took on our teleportation places just as we did when we
arrived here.

       I closed my eyes repeating the verses of the chant, in a solemn low
whisper. Focusing my power to build the enchantment so we could get back to
Celestial.

       "Not so fast!"

       I was brought to a halt in my reciting. No one was suppose to be
talking during my verses of words. Their words could have an alternate
effect on the enchantment and send us hurling through time, and we might
wind up landing in another country, or another world.

       I stopped my chanting opening one eye to see which one of them had
spoken out. It was a dangerous thing to do during a chant.

       Aaronn was the first of us to break the circle of hand holding. He
turned swiftly around looking at the saggy grey building.

       He stood there for a minute. At first, we were all wondering if he
had lost his mind. That's what James' face was showing. Chance was standing
back mouthing to me `Is everything okay?'

       I couldn't answer him. Someone had broken the chant by speaking out
of turn. At first I thought it may have been Aaronn since he was the first
to let our hands go. Then I thought it could have been James but his voice
was strange and deep. That ruled him out as the speaker.

       I had been around Chance long enough to know it wasn't him who said
`Not so fast!'

       It was then that I realized Aaronn's psychic abilities were not to
be mistaken. Aaronn had detected something about the building that instant.

       "Who are you?" Aaronn scoffed, sounding unthreatened by this unknown
presence. "You might as well come out, I can see you."

       It was then, we were all stuck in a moment of shock. It was so
insane how Aaronn's psychic sights opened his seeing.

       We were all blind to what Aaronn's violet eyes gave him knowledge
of, until a man in his late twenties stepped from behind the school.

       He was no regular man. His hair was black and long like my own, and
he was covered in an exceptionally sturdy golden armor that covered his
whole body except his head. It was like looking at a golden knight dressed
for war.

       "If you must know who I am," the man walked with his golden leg
armor squeaking with every heavy footed step towards us. "I am Markus, the
principal of what use to be this school you see."

       I suppose he wasn't in his late twenty as I expected. He had to be a
lot older, if he was a principal of this embarrassing dump he called a
school. Why would a principal be wearing this suit of golden armor anyway?

       "I see that your principal is still a coward." The fine gold shined
in the sunlight making him seem like a sculpted expensive statue. "Sending
his minions to finish a war he started...how childish can Shwartz be?"

       All four of us took offense.

       "Coward?" Chance said, defending principal Swartz.

       "Minions?" Aaronn wanted to laugh, but I could tell it was an insult
above all else for him.

       "A war that he started?" I caught that part of his statement. It
intrigued me to hear him say our principal started a war, when his school
was the unfinished piece of junk that stole our scrolls.

       "Yes your principal started this war." Markus stared us down with a
firm scowl of animosity. "Haven't you little kids ever wondered why
Celestial Academy is our rival school?"  Markus left us wondering with
questioning faces as he started talking more. "Has he told you the history
of the sacred scrolls? You don't have to answer that, because I know he
didn't tell you."

       "Then since you seem to know a great deal, why don't you let fill us
in on the missing information?" Chance said speaking up. I did think it was
weird that when we sat in Shwartz's office for the mission information, he
wasn't giving us a lot of data. The information he gave was choppy, and
very sketchy.

       "Your principal is a lying thief. Who doesn't care about anyone but
himself. That's what you need to know first." Markus voice boomed with
spite like I had never witnessed before, "Many years before you little kids
were born. I used those sacred scrolls to build a welcoming school of
higher learning for kids with special abilities. I taught plenty of smart,
successful kids to control their powers in a good way." He emphasized the
word good, almost like he wanted to cut us with the word. "I actually
instructed my teachers to teach the students ethics, and not to abuse
powers for personal greed."

       Well at Celestial I can say we aren't taught those concepts at
all. That's what makes us villainous.

       "This sounds like a sob story," James said boringly, with no emotion
in his dark eyes.  "Get to the point already!"

       Markus gave him a fierce scowl before continuing on with his
history. "Shwartz wanted my life, my wealth, and what I built. So he and a
few of his friends, whom you may call teachers.  Broke into my school one
day, long ago and stole my sacred scrolls." His eyes were unsteadily moving
around looking at the shabby building, as if he was trying to put the
school back together in his mind. "They stole the scrolls and from the
information on the scrolls Shwartz was able to build that disgusting school
for criminals like him."

       I believed Markus' words, I believed his side of the story, because
it was becoming clear to me why Shwartz didn't tell us everything. As much
as I believed Markus, he must understand I'm not here for the pity party. I
have a mission to do, and he won't stand in the way of that.

       "I knew Celestial was having a tournament this year. So, I decided
while the tournaments were proceeding it would be the best advantage for me
to steal my property back from his selfish fingers."

       "Why would you need your scared scrolls back," Aaronn asked with a
detective's intention. "Your school was broken long ago. It's a sad mess
now. Why would you wait so late to rebuild something that meant this much
to you?"

       Aaronn had a point. I don't know if his psychic abilities were
speaking for him or what, but whatever it may be it was giving us all
curious questions to ask ourselves.

       "My school went down in smoke and shame three days ago!!!" Markus
yelled with a passionate fury. His face squinted into hate. "I didn't wait
so late to rebuild anything. My school was perfectly fine...until we went
under attack three days ago by some of your Celestial teachers." He waved
his glinting gold hand armor behind him in a gesture to show us the
building. "What you are seeing, is the result of your principal's and
teacher's handy work."

       "That sounds too bad for you...and your students." James said in his
heartless dark tone.

       "We would love to stay and cry with you over spilled milk, but we
have to be going."  Chance was fearless in his approach. It was so brave
for him to stand up to an older man.

       "You kids are fools!" Markus shouted from where he stood, pointing a
golden index finger at us. "You don't understand while you are in class
learning and in your dorms sleeping, some of your other teachers are at my
school causing chaos!"

       "Geez, I wish I cared." Aaronn shrugged in a stylish shoulder
movement.

       Markus' rage started to boil. I could see his face take an unusual
form to it. His eyes were lowered, and more spaced out. His fist clenched
into gold hammers. "Three days ago my school stood for something good. It
stood for my deep devotion, and my dreams. I will restore that same power
to my school once again. I will rebuild it with the power of those sacred
scrolls.  It will be the learning habitat it once stood for."

       "We came here on a mission to get the scrolls. It doesn't matter who
they belong to, we are taking them back to our school." there was a growl
in James' words. He wasn't in a playful mood.

       "Is that so?" Markus gave a laugh. "I tried to negotiate, and handle
everything in a nice way, but I don't mind killing a few brats for my
treasure." He exclaimed.

       "If you were so devoted to your sacred scroll treasure, maybe you
would have looked after it more carefully. It wouldn't have ever been
stolen in the first place." Aaronn retorted not raising his elegant
voice. "Your abandon shack wouldn't look as it does today."

       "Ha-Ha-Ha! You are stupid and stubborn. He said spreading his
armored legs into a fighting stance. "It seems I will have to kill the four
of you after all!"

       The four of us immediately took our fighting stances side by
side. We didn't leave a gap between each other. We didn't know what to
expect from Markus, we didn't know what his abilities were. so our best bet
was to stick close together.

       In a passing of a second, we were separated quickly by Markus
directing red lasers from his armor gold hands at us. We flipped and turned
out of the path of these concentrated beams of red light that were leaving
searing smoke lines on everything it touched.

       These red streams were being shot in a frenzy of different
directions. When I had a second to see him I saw narrow red lines being
shot from his eyes and fingertips as well. It was hard to keep moving
further and further away from the rest of my team. This was probably what
Markus wanted anyway. He probably wanted us separate so he could have a
clear and easy shot at killing us.

       I know we all wanted to be near each other. We all wanted to work,
and operate as a team, but the lasers bouncing around leaving holes in
places and smoke in other places, was too risky.

       We didn't have time to form an attack plan. It was so frightening
being in a real fight, where lives were at stake. This was no
tournament. There would be no one here to break this fight up if it got too
bloody.

       Each of us were dodging his beams in our own way. When Markus saw
that we were able to move around his laser beams, he started to rush into
closer range to get better shots, and to fight.

       Everytime I got close to Chance, Markus would switch his fighting
stance to shoot a laser between us to keep us separated. Then I tried to
get close to James, but Markus swung his dense gold armored fist swiftly
barely missing my face, but hitting James head on.

       He had a mad way of fighting. It was a series of endless kicks,
punches, and lasers being thrown every which way. The armor he wore
probably is what gave him these strengths.  He constantly could switch to
each of us without losing his breath.

       He was moving at a higher accelerated speed, to be able to fight all
of us at the distances we stood from each other.

       A gold boot kicked Chance in the stomach sending him launching
sideways. Then in a speedy wild motion, Markus was shooting a laser at
Aaronn's head. Then he knocked me to the ground in the same instant. It was
too much, he was extremely too fast for my eyes.

       When I rose from the ground I saw James get thrown through the air,
and when I rushed at Markus I was looking for an opening, anything that
posed as a weak point on his armor. I didn't get to make it in time,
because as soon as I made my third step he shot a sizzling laser to keep me
back.

       "Forsaken shadows," James groaned getting to his feet. "Obliterate
him!" at his command swiftly darting black figures raced through the air,
sweeping towards Markus. There were soft hisses coming from the black
clouds of treachery James called.

       His forsaken shadows descended like dark clouds of trouble. They
were on a constant move changing attack direction, rotating, and swarming
in pursuit of Markus' speedy feet.

       While the shadows were trying to grab ahold of Markus, he kept them
on a wild chase.  His armor was only a golden glimpse from my sight. I
couldn't lock on to him to cast an enchantment.

       Before I knew it, I was being charged at, and before I could take a
step out of his way I was hit by solid armor that flashed before my eyes. I
laid on the ground holding my forehead in pain. As the pain sunk in I
realized that Markus had hit me twice.

       In my stomach I was feeling a gross twisting lump forming. It was a
punch or a kick I was hit with from Markus that left me out of breath. I
was bent over grabbing my sides trying to regain my balance and breath.

       While I was suffering internally from the hit, I could hear Markus
speeding from Chance to Aaronn, hitting them with continuous body shots. I
noticed he was steering clear of James because the shadows were still
chasing him around.

       Something had to be done. If we didn't think quick we all will fail
this mission, and we won't walk away from this school alive.

       It started to dawn on me, that this is another reason why Shwartz
didn't want to do this mission on his own. He knew of this Markus man's
speed, strength and lasers. So, he sent us to get the scrolls. It was all
becoming clear to me.

       As much as things were clearing, I still believed we had to complete
our mission. I still wanted to bring the scrolls back...so losing to Markus
was not an option.

       Right then I raised my head to see Aaronn being flipped mercilessly
into the dirt with a loud pound. Then Chance was about to throw a flaming
orange light of fire in Markus' new direction, but he was too slow.

       Markus quickly grabbed Chance around the throat picking him up off
his feet in one move and tossed him high into the air without stopping.

       I didn't like seeing Chance's body being carelessly tossed up like
that. I didn't want anyone to harm him. He was special to me, he believed
in me. I can't let him down.

       I tried to use an enchantment. I wanted to use anything that popped
into my head, to break Chance's fall.

       I started drawing a symbol in the air in front of me, before I could
finish the drawing I was slammed into the earth. I was in a small swirling
dirt cloud coughing to get up. I was slowly getting to my feet thinking
this mission was useless.

       There was nothing to be gained from this. There was no way we were
walking back to Celestial with those scrolls.

       It was impossible.

       My leg felt jammed, my head was still hurting from taking those fast
strikes Markus' delivered. His armor made him a hard hitting fighting
machine. There wasn't one of us who could get a hit in at this rate.

       I wanted to give up this fight so bad, I knew I wouldn't settle for
a loss but I knew if I didn't I would die. These hits I was taking, I
didn't know how many I could handle before I died.

       Seeing Chance still struggling, and still hanging in there, was my
only reason that I kept getting to my feet after being knocked halfway
unconscious.

       I was standing on my feet teetering to the left, then to the
right. My vision of the broken sad school building was rippling and moving
in crazy ways. Everything was seeming to zoomed in, and then everything
zoomed out.

       I didn't know what I was seeing anymore.

       I was starting to believe I would be out for the count. I was
feeling like my body was turning into a huge bruised hunk of broken limbs.

       I was losing it...

       I don't know if ...

       Out of the little sight in the corner of my eye, I caught a short
glimpse of something gold rushing, whooshing in an intense agility my way.

       I knew if I tried to move it would be of no use, if I tried to dodge
Markus' attack he would still have the speed to do whatever he was
planning.

       So I stood there. Waiting for this to be all over, waiting for all
of this to end.

       I was timing Markus' I was ready to take his laser, his punches, his
slams, or whatever he was bringing.

       As I braced myself for the last ending blow I might take, I heard a
short yelp as Chance stood in front of me. He took my place, and took the
hit for me! He stumbled a bit after getting hit in the face.

       Holding his cheek where he was punched, "You okay?" he asked me
sounding dizzy.

       "Now I am." I attempted a slight smile but my head taken to many
licks to go through with it. So I smiled on the inside.

       He took a hit for me! wow!

       "Try to stay close to me if you can," Chance informed me watching
Markus' movements.  "I won't let you get hurt."

       My heart tried to flutter, but it was already beating fast from the
battle. If it was to beat any faster than it was now, I was sure to have
heart complications.

       James was doing his hand motions to control the shadows that pursued
Markus, it was then, we saw Aaronn rising from the ground holding his
shoulder in groaning agony.

       His white hair was a little out of place, and his suit was worn on
the side. It was my first time seeing him look untidy. Even his face had
lost a some of its sophistication. He was giving Markus a wide-eyed lost
look.

       "Get back!" James told us, never losing focus of his shadow hand
movements. "Aaronn is about to do something."

       "Aren't we suppose to be helping him?" I strained myself to ask.

       "Yeah, but we shouldn't get in the way of his upcoming attack."
James warned, making a difficult wrist motion. "If we get in the way we
could be easily be targeted when he does his psychic attack."

       I was about to ask him `how would we become victims under Aaronn's
mind attack?'  when I answered my own question. Seeing how fast Markus was
running, I knew Aaronn could accidentally get one of us in his psychic
attack if we were close by Markus when he did it.

       Aaronn's eyes glowed. They looked like neon purple circles. He
lowered his lids trying to follow Markus' speed with his psychic sight. His
head followed the gold armor until his eyes lids opened wider as if he was
seeing something for the first time.

       In that same moment, Markus was stopped in his tracks. He was
holding both sides of his head, tossing his black hair everywhere. As he
screamed like a siren. It looked like Aaronn was making him hear a loud
sharp high pitch shriek the way he turned and bent his body.

       His brain was probably swelling, or about to pop out. I didn't know
what Aaronn was doing to him, but I was happy to see it was able to slow
him down.

       Not waiting for anyone's command James swung his arms out and made
his forsaken cloud of shadows advance on Markus.

       "Get out of my head!" Markus was screaming. "You little... I will
kill you..."

       When black inky masses of shadows grabbed, and yanked at Markus. He
tried to take his hands from his hurting head, to fight the things off but
they seemed to only get shades darker and multiply.

       There were whispered hisses in the formless shadows, there were
howls of what sounded like forgotten people who lost their way in the after
life. There was so many swift shapes of reaching, and hitting I didn't know
what James was manipulating them to do.

       "Join us..."

       "Help us..."

       "Play with us..."

       There were ominous noises and figures of what looked almost like
faces in the massive attack. The strangled screams of children, and dying
people kept haunting the area. It sounded like a horror movie was playing
somewhere in the disturbing darkness.

       "Get away from me!!" Markus aggravated by the shadows yelled. He
shot a laser from his eyes while still trying to shake Aaronn from his
head.

       The laser beams tore an opening through the haunting attacking
shadows. Leaving it there in a smoking sizzle.

       He shot laser after laser to get the shadows to stay away but they
kept regrouping and clawing marks into his armor. Every shadow that was hit
by the searing lasers, left a goopy thick liquid behind.

       Some of this oil like matter was getting spewed all over the golden
armor staining it like black webs of paint.

       We had him cornered until Aaronn fainted...

       I didn't know what to do.

       Should I go help him? Is he tired? Is he dead? Did he use too much
of his powers at once? There was so much to ask but there wasn't time to
think all of my questions through.

       When Aaron fainted, Markus was back to his original fighting stance
ready to charge us all with his speedy endless attacks.

       This wasn't a time for Aaron to bail on us.

       James was trying to hold him off, with the shadows, but they were
being lasered into more sticky black gunk. It wasn't enough to stop him.

       Markus raced at Aaronn's dropped body. If Aaronn wasn't dead Markus
was going to make sure of it. "I told you I would kill you!" he raised his
fist like a hammer of doom directly above Aaronn's white furry head.

       "Die!" he swung his fist down madly.

       When Chance took initiative to protect. "Incineration!" he called
sending red flickering flames dancing in a wild whirl.

       The flames met Markus, igniting him in gorging fire. It crackled as
it spread all over and under his armor.

       He tried to extinguish the raging red flames by patting it out with
his hands but it was having no effect. The flames continued to burn with a
feverous heat. Meanwhile James kept the shadows crawling for Markus. It was
a none stop attack. They were combining their abilities to take him
out. This is what it was going to take. It was going to talk all of us as a
team to defeat him.

       Markus even knew as a team we could have a shot at beating him, that
was his whole reason in keeping us separated during his attacks.

       Although this was true, I knew that Chance and James' attacks alone
weren't going to kill this guy. I had to add my own power to the mix. I had
to put the last power in play in hopes of defeating this man.

       It may not be enough but it will work until Aaronn gets up to help,
if he can...

       It was my turn. While Markus was distracted trying to put out the
fire burning and melting his armor. I could hear the armor groaning like
bending metal, when the shadows struck him tearing meat from his face.

       I drew the symbol of pain in the dirt using my index and middle
finger to make each curve and line. With one simple hand gesture over the
symbol, it gave a yellowish light from its markings.

       I shut my eyes focusing my mind on the verses of pain, and I started
reciting them.  Rolling my tongue and letting the enchantment flow from me
as it naturally should. I traced over the symbol of pain, and I jabbed my
finger into the dirt where I drew the sign and never let up on my chanting
verses.

       I started imaging all the pain that visited me when my parents
betrayed me, all the pain I received over the course of the years when I
couldn't use my powers at will, and the pain I got from holding my hidden
feelings in for Chance.

       The symbol my finger was stuck into turned from yellow to an orange,
and as my thoughts worsened the color faded into a red. It was almost like
looking at the incinerating flames Chance brought on Markus.

       Shortly after my enchantment was in affect, I heard a scream
"Ahhhh!!" when I looked at Markus he was grabbing his heart trying to move
but he couldn't. It was like I had froze him in the pressurizing pain I
inflicted on him.

       I heard his armor screech as he fell to his knees still trying
holding on to his chest plate.  That's when the red flames joined the
shadows and closed in on his collapsed body.

       We watched and waited for him to not breathe or move. We didn't let
our powers rest until we knew he wouldn't revive from the fatal assault.

       Our team work had won it for us.

       I finally rested my chanting, and Chance's flames were burning out,
while James' Shadows dissipated into nothing. The only thing the shadows
left behind was this sticky residue which clung to his tattered destroyed
armor.

       "Yes! We did it!" Chance was celebrating high fiving James and I
both.

       "I never thought that fight would end." I said, smearing the symbol
in the dirt so that it wouldn't be used by anyone else.

       "Me either." Chance replied, "Now let's get out of here. I could
sure use a meal." He joked with us.

       Right then, Aaronn woke lifting hiself from the ground. He was on
his feet wiping his eyes like he was returning from a nap.

       "Wake up sleepy head." James teased. "We defeated him." James looked
at the where Markus laid slain, "We did it all without your help." He
bragged.

       Hearing James bragging Aaronn open his violet eyes. They were
brightly radiant. "Not for long."

       "What?" we all winced.

       "What do you mean `not for long?'" James was sounding rash. "We
killed him, we made sure. All we were waiting on is you so we can leave
this place and go home."

       "I was helping you guys fight when I slipped into a trance." Aaronn
was explaining to us what happened when we saw him faint. "My body is left
vulnerable when that happens."

       "No worries, we protected you." Chance assured him, with a smile.

       "Yeah, now tell us why were you sleeping?" James asked,

       "I wasn't sleeping, I went into a trance."

       "It's all the same thing. Trance, or sleeping... whatever." There
was an anger in his tone.  James must have been mad at Aaronn. "I want to
know why you said `not for long?'"

       "Because," Aaronn started, "When I was in trance, I had a vision."
We all drew in a large gasp. Except James who didn't seem to care or
believe Aaronn's vision. At least that's what it looked like to me.

       "I had a vision that he resurrected from the combined strength of
your powers. It looked like your powers put together didn't kill him, but
created some other unhuman creature." Aaronn was staring off. "It was like
it took some of each of your powers and was made of something totally new."

       It was troubling enough to get Markus down. Him rising again with a
mixture of James, Chance, and my powers would be worse than before. We
really would be in serious danger if that was to happen.

       "What do we do?" I asked shakily keeping an eye to see if Markus
would rise as Aaronn's visions predicted.

       James or Chance didn't think twice or question Aaronn's vision. They
knew him before I did, they knew whatever he saw was to be believed whether
it sounds a little fictitious or not.

       Aaronn open his suit digging his hand in the inner pocket "James,"
he pulled the scrolls out giving them to James. "Take this back to the
Academy." James nodded although I could see he wanted to disagree with
Aaronn, but he couldn't. "Julius, can you teleport him to Celestial?"

       I had enough energy reserved to send him through a small
teleportation tunnel. I guess that `pain enchantment' didn't require as
much sorcery as I thought. From my studying and understanding that symbol I
drew was suppose to leave me feeling greatly drained after using it.  For
some reason, I did feel drained at first but now I'm feeling like my normal
self.

       Maybe I was growing, or getting stronger like I've always dreamed.

       I focused calmly to chant the teleportation chant. I didn't add a
great amount of focus like I normally did since it was only James being
shipped off alone. I whispered over the air, my sorcery quickly directing
my words to unlock the enchantment. As the tunnel of lights and sparkles
danced around James dark gothic body, he mouthed to me `Be safe.'

       I wanted to reply to him, but I had to keep the chanting going, or
the tunnel would close him out or swallow him in too soon and shoot him off
somewhere other than Celestial. I nodded my head, and watched him wave at
me as the end of the spinning cycles of sparkles closed him in.

       Soon James was gone. Leaving Chance and I with Aaronn. We were
awaiting further instruction from him. He knew more about what was soon to
happen than we did. So our best bet is to wait for his next order.

       "Aaronn what are you doing?" Chance interrogated his decision. It
was surprising to hear Chance questioning Aaronn. "Why couldn't we all be
teleported, If this creature created from all of our powers is coming
back?"

       "Chance this is no time for ignorance." Aaronn ruled him
out. "Listen to my orders and we can make it out of this safely."

       Chances red blood streaks seemed to have sparks of red flames in
them. "Why can't we all go back to Celestial and be done with the mission."

       "Because, when I saw him rise he attacked our school, and he created
an uncontrollable wreck of havoc." Aaronn argued, "Now if we don't want
that blood on our hands, we must fight and end Markus here!"

       Getting a little upset Chance said, "At least we can have more help
from the other students if he attacks Celestial."

       "I don't want other lives on the line for our mission. I definitely
don't want that monster I saw, attacking and killing my friends back at the
Academy."

       I could see Chance still didn't understand Aaronn's point of view
about this whole thing, he shot Aaronn a cluelesss look. "Do you not
realize, we could barely take him ourselves? We are going to need more
help."

       Aaronn let out a sigh, that only meant he was annoyed with the
argument. "We can do this! Just shut up and be ready to fight!"

       "What about James? Why does he get out of this freely?"

       "Someone had to deliver the scrolls. While we are fighting, plus I
know if we stay back and fight him, we will defeat him."

       "Oh is this another one of your psycho visions?" Chance's arms
tensed. He clenched his fist and his arms tightened. It looked like he
wanted to punch Aaronn in the face. "Or is this some wild guess?"

       "I saw him be defeated again... in another vision I think." Aaronn
looked like he was questioning his own self. "Whatever we do, we just need
to fight him. Somehow, someway we will win."

       "You are playing with lives here Aaronn." Chance told him fiercely.

       I didn't know who's side to be on. Both of them had clear points,
but I had no idea what to do. I wanted to believe Aaronn and his vision but
I was second guessing his ability to see clearly. Was there some type of
hole in his psychic sights that didn't allow him to see the events that
lead all the way up to the final outcome? What was going on?

       I want to be on Chance's side. Not only because I had feelings for
him...well that could be the reason, but his opinion had a meaning to it.

       It was hard watching them go back and forth, trying to prove the
other one wrong.  Neither of them backing down. It was almost like the
whole result of them arguing was using valuable planning time.

       When they were about to raise their voices, and stand eye-to-eye
with each other, I could feel a wave in the air. I knew I would probably
have to break this fight up if they were to start using their abilities
against each other.

       Suddenly there was a sticky crawling sound. Then I heard a clinking
of some sort. At first I thought Aaronn had tried some mind trick on
Chance.

       I tried to say `stop you guys, let's work as a team.' But the words
wouldn't come from my mouth. I could say, I was also having some feelings
for Aaronn.

       ...I think this started the night of the party-

       Before I could completely explore my hearts complex messages. I
heard a guttural cry.  Then I looked in the direction I heard the noises
from. Thinking it would be Chance or Aaron laying their after being
destroyed by each other, but it wasn't them.

       I looked behind me, seeing a beastly burnt skin Markus rise as
Aaronn had predicted.  Realizing a minute too late that it was this monster
looking beast, that was making the sticky crawling sound I was hearing.

       Taking a gulp that almost got stuck in my throat. I was only asking
myself, `Now what do we do?' things had gone from terrible to horrible, and
from bad to worse.

       His peeled, blacken crisped flesh, that was burned by Chance's
incinerating flames gave him a demon-ish face.

       It was not Markus at all! This was a something of another species,
something that would probably be from mars.

       I didn't know the first enchantment to cast. I looked at the foreign
creature in defeat.  Already I had accepted the worst of what was to come
of my doom.

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